#that’s tiny little baby White Bread

[broodygaming]

Man after all the doom and gloom of the last weekend here’s a sweet video from last spring I don’t think I ever posted. Rly cool look at how the kids have to figure out where the udder is and have this auto “head push” function.

[saetoru]

Rich boy! gojo getting all pouty because some guy hits on you at an event he takes you to and now you have a 6 foot GIANT leaning all his weight over you as he whines about not getting attention

[ WOUNDED PRIDE ] GOJO SATORU.

“satoru, you’re still pouting,” you hum, poking his cheek as he huffs.

“‘m not,” gojo mumbles, bitterly turning his head away from you. you can hear geto’s amused chuckle from the distance, making your boyfriend growl out a shut up, suguru under his breath, and because you’re supportive, you hide your own laugh.

“baby, he’s gone,” you cup his cheeks, grinning as he stubbornly refuses to meet your eyes, “you don’t have to be jealous anymore.”

“jealous?” he pulls away from you like you’ve insulted him—like the idea is simply too crazy to hear out loud, “me? jealous? what gives you that idea?”

“toru,” you snort, “you couldn’t be anymore obvious.”

“neither could you,” he accuses, narrowing his eyes at you, “you were trying to make me mad.”

“i don’t know what you’re talking about,” you say with faux innocence, making his arms cross.

and now his lips are even further jutted in a pout, though you know saying something will only make him more upset, so you choose to keep your mouth shut for now. but gojo can still sense your amusement, glaring at you before turning his head away with a petulant hmph.

“flirting with other men is considered cheating, you know.”

“i wasn’t flirting,” you giggle, “i was just making friends. like you told me to.”

“making friends doesn’t include zenin naoya,” gojo glares at you, prompting out a supportive yeah, he sucks from geto. gojo nods, pointing a thumb at geto in agreement, making you roll your eyes.

“you never told me you hated him,” you defend, “but i wasn’t trying to make you mad,” you add softly, cupping his cheeks again.

“yeah you were,” he mumbles bitterly. his cheeks are squeezed together by your palms, and his voice is slightly whiny—and suddenly, you think you fall in love all over again.

“i’m sorry, toru,” you smile gently, “i just thought you looked cute all pouty. i didn’t wanna make you mad.”

“i wasn’t pouting,” he grumbles, “i don’t pout. i’m a man.”

“you cry during movies,” geto points out—and you’re glad there’s no wine in your vicinity, otherwise you think gojo might splash it on his best friend’s crisp, white button down. and you don’t think his father would take kindly to the scene—which would only further complicate things.

“i’m a man with a heart,” gojo scowls, “that’s why i’m not single.”

“okay,” you break up the bickering, distracting gojo with a kiss to his cheek—he grins at the gesture, giving you one in return even though he’s still slightly upset with you (though he won’t admit it.)

satoru gojo is not a jealous man.

that’s what he’ll tell you, at least—but you know better. you can see it in the way his lips alternate back and forth from a tiny pout to an irritated scowl, in the way his eyebrows furrow with irritation, in the way he huffs and tries to act like he doesn’t care when suguru elbows him in amusement.

and it’s not as though you enjoy attention from…whoever it was you were talking to (apparently zenin naoya according to gojo), but there’s just a small part of you that’s lightly amused. gojo is like a magnet—the girls flock to him left and right like a slice of bread left out for the crows to fight for. you’re used to it by now, have learned to ignore the slight creep of doubt and simply ignore the jealous glares sent your way as you take his hand.

but that doesn’t mean you don’t enjoy the change of pace every once in a while—the rare turn of tables that have him irritated instead of you.

naoya is a little too entitled for your taste. there’s too much expensive cologne sprayed on and you’re sure if he could without seeming tacky, he’d have left the tag on his suit to show its brand new. that’s the case with all rich people, you think, too busy watering the roots to pull for the weeds.

you don’t particularly enjoy talking to him—but you amuse yourself all the same. he’s far too cocky when he asks are you an intern for the gojo’s? i haven’t seen you before—

and before you can answer, you hear a familiar voice spit: actually, they’re my date. you don’t even hear gojo come up behind you, and you know as soon as his arm wraps around your waist, your stuck to his side for the rest of the night whether you like it or not.

“don’t talk to naoya he sucks,” gojo mutters. you nod, agreeing with him to console the bitterly wounded pride he seems to be sporting.

“he’s the worst,” you agree, “and his cologne smells gross.”

“i have that cologne,” he gasps, “it’s my favorite. you hate it?”

“no,” you say quickly, “it smells nice on you. everything smells nice on you.” geto snorts, and you shoot him a warning glance before he can make the situation worse.

gojo doesn’t look convinced—eyes narrowed and lips curled in that soft pout of his when he doesn’t get his way. it’s a bit spoiled, just a little bratty in its own right, but makes you melt all the same, pinching his cheek gently as you chuckle.

“if i were you,” geto turns to you, “i’d talk to naoya more. it might humble satoru just a little—”

“if i were you, i’d shut up before getting punched—”

“you wouldn’t land a punch on me if you tried—”

“you don’t know that—”

“actually i do because you can’t fight for shit—”

“i’m an excellent fighter—”

“alright,” you hiss, glancing at the few heads that have turned to watch the bickering between gojo and geto, making you glare at them in slight embarrassment.

“baby,” gojo whines, “tell him i can fight.”

and because his ego has been wounded one too many times tonight, you let him slump onto you, ignoring the heavy weight as you sigh and wrap your arms around him. you’re sure quite a few people are staring by now—but you suppose people always stare when you date someone like gojo.

“you could totally fight naoya,” you agree. you think you’ve finally said something right—because he seems to brighten at your words.

“i could, couldn’t i?”

“yes,” you nod, “and you smell better. and you have better hair.”

“and i’m cuter.”

“of course,” you sigh, eyeing geto for help. but he grins, sends you a small wave with mischief in his expression as he wanders off—leaving you all alone to nurse gojo’s ego back to full health.

© hanmas do not plagiarize, repost, translate to other sites, or recommend on platforms outside tumblr such as tik tok

[thefanbasewhore]

Their kinks | skz

an: accepting requests. 18+, NSFW. MDNI

🔥 Bangchan:

Degradation kink. Bangchan likes to make you feel like a worthless slut and you can't change my mind.

"S'like that you little whore?" He mumbles as he thrusts into your tiny, wet hole from behind. When you don't answer he's pushing your head into the mattress as a punishment, "Answer me, slut."

"You're just a cock hungry whore. Look at you, you just love everyone's attention." Despite his words he is pressing soft kisses against the nape of your neck as jealousy consumes him. "Who's pussy is this, pup? Tell daddy."

"Are you gonna cum?" He teases as his thumb presses hard against your clit, "Well you're not allowed to you little bitch."

"Who's my little cum slut? Hmmm, baby?" You try, you really try to form sentences but can't when he's so deep in your pussy. "You're such an angel, you look so fucked out. Do you like being used? I'll fill this useless hole."

🔥 Felix:

Voyeurism. Felix loves to watch you touch yourself.

"That's it baby," he mumbles, watching you spread your legs. Two of your fingers finding the swollen flesh of your clit as you whine at how sensitive it is. "Spread your pussy let me see."

Being squished between the bed and Felix as he hovers about you with one arm holding his body by your head and the other wrapped around his cock, jerking fast. But he's not looking at you; instead watching your fingers disappear in and out of your sopping cunt. "Holy fuck, you're so sexy, princess."

Felix watches from the edge of the bed, chin resting against the palmar surface on his hands. Knees only the ground, eyes only inches away from your pussy as you drive the toy deeper into you. "Mmmmm, baby, 's wet, aren't you?"

Or the one time he's away for a few weeks and you send him a video of you in doggy style with a cute little plug in your ass and your fingers moving in and out of your sopping pussy. He will watch it every night and bust.

🔥 Changbin:

Hands down, praise kink.

"You're making me feel so good, Bin." You moan. He almost can't believe the sight, too beautiful to be real. You grind your hips against him, he's so deep inside you that he can feel himself pressing against your cervix. He moans in response, fingers clutching your hips. "Keep going, Binnie, you're gonna make me cum."

Or being missionary with your legs wrapped around his torso. "You're so big, baby, I feel you hitting my belly. Such a good boy." His forehead falling to your collarbone as he curses, "Sweetheart, fuck, fuck. Stop or you're gonna make me cum. You whine loudly, pouting slightly. "Don't you want to cum in me, good boy?" Please give it to me." Good boy is his kryptonite.

"You're making me feel so good." You whine as his lips wrap around your clit and suck, fingers combing through his thick black hair. "You make me cum so fast, Baby. You're so good to me, so good at eating my pussy." Moments before he's rutting against the mattress and cuming into the sheets.

🔥 Hyunjin:

Breeding kink. He wants you full of him at all times.

"You want it don't you, princess?" He more so asks for himself, his hand gripping your hip hard enough to leave small bruising in its wake. "Tell me you want it, tell me you want me to cum in you. Fill you up until you're round with my babies."

With this said, he will not let a drop leak out. Hyunjin will pull out, seeing the creamy white mess he made before taking his two fingers, collecting what is leaking before stuffing your hole closed. "Don't wanna waste any baby."

"I'm gonna bread this tiny cunt," He mumbles into your shoulder. Thrusting into you from behind as one hand steadies his movement at your hip and the other pulls at your hair. "Tell me you want it." Another harsh trust before your moaning, "Want you to fill me, baby, please make me full."

🔥I.N:

daddy kink. Mr. Daddy himself. Loves how dominant it makes him feel over you.

"God, babygirl, you looked so fucked out for daddy." He presses a deep kiss to your lips despite your moaning as his cock hits that spot that makes your stomach painfully pleasurable. "You love daddy's cock don't you?"

"Look at you, so cute." He mumbles from above you. Tears form in your eyes as he cock hits the back of your throat. "Crying for daddy, so cute baby."

Teasing him in public and calling him daddy in front of the waiter. Patting those pretty little eye lashes as you bite your lip and giggle. His eyes are dark, "You're playing a dangerous game, beautiful." "I'm sorry, daddy."

🔥 Seungmin:

pantie kink. Something just screams it to me.

He'll want you to keep your cute little panties on as he fucks you. Sliding them to the side before entering your aching pussy. "She looks so pretty in these baby, is she thirsty for me?"

Play with you for hours just to see the wetness through your panties. His fingers rubbing over your clit and two fingers plunging in, "Look how wet you are sweetheart, gonna cum in your panties."

Random times you're at work you'll get videos of him masturbating with your panties. The rough, lacey materials following the movements of his hand over the head of his cock. "Smell just like you, honey." Before changing the angle of the camera to watch him cum all over them.

🔥 Lee Know:

edge play. Idk why but something tells me he tethers between pleasure and pain.

"Baby, stop, I'm gonna cum." Lucky for him, you know his limits. Hand wrapped around his thick cock, watching for the way his eyebrows knit, toes curling and abdominals reacting to his pending orgasm. Getting him right there, to the point he's moaning loudly before stopping. He'll cry but lift his hips towards you. "again, baby, please."

Riding him for hours. Knees pressed against the bed, grinding your hips against his own as he moans. "Sweetheart, I have to cum, please." Overstimulation becomes too much but the mean person you are, shake your head. "Please, please, angel, let me cum."

When you do finally let him cum, it hits him so hard to the point he's in tears. He'll thank you so much, pretty incoherent to what is even being said. "Thank you baby, thank you, you're so good to me, fuck."

[mountttmase]

Little Bean

Note - happy Friday, here’s just a tiny something I wrote yesterday after we were talking about pregnancy cravings 🩷 feedback would be appreciated as always 😌

Pairing - Mason Mount × Reader

Word count - 986

Warnings - fluff

‘So you want peanut butter and… pickles?’ Mason asked, a questioning tone to his voice as if he thought you were mad but you’d been craving the strange combination all day.

‘Maybe some chocolate chips too? Oh and the really cheap fluffy white bread, none of that 50/50 crap’ you told him.

‘You’re absolutely sure that’s what you want?’

‘It’s not what I want Mase, it’s what our little bean wants’ you told him, your hand falling to your rather large belly. Truth be told your little bean wasn’t so little anymore but it was yours and Mason's first nickname for your baby and it had just stuck so whilst you were still deciding on names the pair of you always referred to them as your little bean.

‘You want a drink or anything else?’

‘You know what I really fancy a vimto’ you told him, watching him shake his head with a laugh before kissing your forehead as he got up.

‘Okay well I won’t be long’

‘Thank you, Mase. I really appreciate you going to get it for me’ you told him sincerely but he was more than happy to do it for you.

‘Well it’s my duty as a dad’ he laughed. ‘You’re giving me a baby, the least I can do is go buy the love of my life some pickles and peanut butter at 11:30 at night’

‘Don’t forget the vimto’ you called as he got closer to the door and the loving smile he sent your way made your heart race.

‘I won’t baby. I’ll be as quick as I can, yeah? Love you’

‘Love you more’ you called, blowing him a quick kiss that he adorably caught, putting it in his pocket before leaving the room.

The small Sainsbury's was only a few minutes away and Mason kept his hat on and head down the whole time he was in there. Laughing to himself as he picked up everything you’d asked for and even getting a multipack of vimto just in case you wanted more tomorrow.

When he’d asked you earlier on if you fancied a snack he was expecting you to say ice cream like you had been for weeks but this new concoction had him stunned and confused. You were giving him the greatest gift he could ever ask for though so as soon as your order was in he was off to get it for you.

The shopping trip went without a hitch and he was home within 15 minutes. Unpacking his little haul before he got to making your special sandwich of peanut butter and pickles with chocolate chips and an ice cold vimto on the side. Nearly gagging as he placed it all together on the plate but if that’s what you wanted then that’s what you were getting.

You were sat up and waiting for him when he returned to your room, eyes lighting up and the sight of him and your heart thumped at the way he presented you your creation with a proud smile on his face.

‘Thank you, Mase. I really do appreciate you’ you told him. Kissing his cheek quickly as you took the plate from his hands and as soon as he set your glass on your bedside table he was undressing himself and getting back into bed next to you.

He watched on in what would only be described as fascination and slight horror as you took your first bite. Thinking maybe it had been a joke this whole time but there you were, eyes rolling back in your head as you munched away and as much as mason wanted to ask how it was he didn’t want to disturb your moment.

‘God that hits the spot. It's better than I thought it would be’ you told him after your second bite, looking over to him to find him trying to hold back a laugh. ‘You know what? The chocolate chips really set it off, I’m a genius I swear’

‘Yes you are baby’ he laughed, kissing your shoulder before he started to shuffle down and lay next to you.

‘You want a bite?’

‘You know what, I’ve got training early so I best not’ he told you, but you knew it was just an excuse. ‘Maybe tomorrow’

‘I’ll have one waiting for you when you get home’ you joked, watching his face scrunch up in disgust causing you to laugh loudly.

‘Can’t wait’ he chuckled, settling himself down next to you. ‘You gonna be able to sleep after all that sugar?’

‘I’m six months pregnant Mase, of course I’ll sleep’ you told him. Reaching out to run your fingers through his hair, your heart racing as his snuggled into your thigh and wrapped his arm around your leg. ‘Just let me finish and we can cuddle’

‘Fine but I wanna be the big spoon. Not sure I want pickle peanut butter breath in my face all night’

‘I’m gonna clean my teeth you big baby’

‘Doesn’t matter how much you clean them, I’ll still know’ he teased and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

‘You’re insane’

‘Says the one eating something i could find in a bin’

‘Hey, stop being mean’ you laughed. Polishing off the last of your sandwich as he kissed your thigh as an apology. ‘I’ll be back in a sec yeah?’

‘You want a hand up?’ He offered sweetly but you just shook your head and stroked his hair.

‘I’m good, thank you though’ you laughed. Getting yourself out of bed to clean your teeth but you stopped as you got to the door so you could look back at Mason all curled up in bed waiting for you. You heart thumping at the sweet man you got to call your own with tonight only confirming to you once again he would be the only man you’d ever need.

[taelophone]

Fresh Linen૮ ․ ․ ྀིა₊⊹

Joost Klein x Reader! TWs: RPF, the softest romance ever!! I made Joost after lucky blue lol W/C: 3,604! A/N: Reader is implied to be something other than white, but its not major. + Some music I found that really matches the vibe methinks!! <3

When Joost first garnered fame, he could never imagine slowing down anytime soon. He was like a rolling boulder ; starting off slow and inexperienced with his rough, jagged edges. But now he’s been rolling for years, refining himself into a smooth stone down the hill.

He said all his life that he had a pretty good idea of things he liked and didn’t like. Kids, cats, feet, all of those icky things.

But here he was, slouched in an ivory arm chair as he brushed his daughter, Adessa’s hair. His life had managed to compress itself down into a tiny, squirming little baby and rest itself on his knees.

You smiled to yourself, lying down on the couch opposite of Joost as you watched him experience pure unbridled adoration. “You’re gonna look sooooooo pretty, Dessie!” He cooed, gently working the bristles of the brush through the long, chocolate brown curls.

He took his time, gently working his fingers through the soft hair before using two blue rubber bands to tie it into two sleek twin pigtails. He fluffed her hair out a little, smiling eagerly as Adessa giggled, clearly excited to see how her hair turned out. 

You loved seeing Joost dote on your baby girl. When you first started dating, he was very firm about not wanting any type of children. But Adessa managed to have him wrapped around her little finger.

“Daddy, why do I have to brush my hair?” Adessa asked, squirming around slightly as Joost struggled to tie the little lace bows around each pigtail.

“So it won’t get all tangled and messy.” He hummed, gently tying the last bow.

You smiled, watching as Adessa began to ramble Joost’s ears off with her little voice. Joost seemed to cling to every single word, leaning forward in his chair and placing his hands on his knees as he nodded. “Ja, natuurlijk.”

“I’m gonna make some bread, do you two wanna help?” You offered, standing up from the couch. “We haveeee...4 hours before we head to the park, so that’s enough time to make a loaf and lunch.” You smiled.

“Yes, I can help!” Joost smiled, standing up slowly from the arm chair as to not knock Adessa off of his knees. “Des, wil je brood maken?” Joost asked, scooping Adessa up from under her shoulders and tossing her up in the air.

Adessa shrieked and giggled, eagerly lifting her arms up as she nodded. “Ja! I wanna help mommy!” She beamed.

You smiled, making your way into the cozy little kitchen, Joost following behind you with Adessa in his arms. You got everything you’d need to make your bread and laid it out on the counter in front of the window.

Joost sat Adessa down on the kitchen counter, leaning against it as well as he watched you set everything up to make sure it would take as little time as possible. 

“I’m…not a good cook.” He chuckled, grabbing the measuring cups and spoons for you in a heartbeat.

“I know, Joost. That’s why I said help.” You giggled, setting the large bowl next to Adessa, who kicked her little legs back and forth off the counter.

“Alright, Dessa! I’m gonna let you pour the dry ingredients in the bowl and mix, okay?” You murmured, filling each measuring cup with its corresponding dry ingredients, and handing them to Adessa one by one.

You supervised her carefully, admiring her with a soft smile as she carefully added the flour, sugar, salt, and dry yeast to the bowl.

“Do I mix now?” She asked, staring up at you with her electric blue eyes. She was such a cute girl, with those beautiful pools of blue she had inherited from her dad. But of course, you could see yourself in her face as well.

“Yep! Daddy’s gonna help me add the water, and then we can all knead the dough together!” You explained, handing Joost the one cup, and half cup measuring cups.

“Could you fill these with warm water, my love?” You smiled, turning your head to face him.

He nodded, taking the cups from your hands and pressing a gentle kiss to your forehead. “Yes, baby.” He hummed, filling the cups with warm water and adding them to the bowl of dry ingredients.

“Alright, you two,” you began, stepping in front of Joost as you picked up the silicone scraping spatula, scraping the dry ingredients off the sides of the bowl. 

“There’s a certain way to mix bread. You don’t just go in an aggressive circle,” you showed, aggressively mixing the flour and water together. “Nah. You kind of like…fold it in. Stay from the bottom, and bring in to the top til’ it’s all combined.” You nodded.

“I wanna try!” Adessa gasped, immediately grinning ear to ear as she clasped her hands together in wonder.

“Of course you can!” You smiled, sliding the bowl over to her and handing her the spatula.

She did her best to mix, trying to copy the motions you showed her earlier as her brows furrowed in concentration.

You smiled, placing your hand over Joost’s as he leaned down, leaning his head on your shoulder and placed his hands on your hips.

“I love you.” He murmured, pecking the side of your head.

You smiled, leaning your head against his lovingly. “I love you too.” You hummed, holding his hand gently.

You chattered away with Joost and Adessa, finishing up with mixing the dough before dusting the counter with flour and tranferring the slightly sticky dough onto the powdered, sleek, and wooden surface.

“Alright, cover your hands in flour, and then you kinda just…knead it. Don’t be too hard, but don’t be scared of it.” You explained, kneading the dough gently.

You let Adessa try, letting her smack and poke the dough while she snickered and chuckled.

“Joost, roll up your sleeves and knead this for me please.” You requested, watching as Adessa hopped off the counter to go play her iPad. 

He nodded, reluctantly pulling himself away from you and rolling up the sleeves on his white collared shirt. “How do I do it again…” he snickered. “Show me.”

You sighed, smiling softly as you pushed him aside gently with your hip. “Like this,” you instructed, kneading the dough again.

He nodded, shifting behind you again and placing his hands over yours, kneading the dough with you as he hummed quietly to himself.

You kept going until the dough was smooth and matte, grabbing the little baking tin and slotting it into the pan and scoring a little heart into the surface.

“All done!” You smiled, holding up the pan to get a better look.

“You want any herbs on the top, baby?” You asked, craning your head upwards so you could look at him.

He brushed his hands off with the kitchen towel before placing them on the counter on either side of you. “Maybe some sage and rosemary.” He smiled, nodding subtly.

You nodded, slowly pulling away from him to find the sage and rosemary, plucking them from the fridge. You gently sprinkled the herbs on top of the bread before drizzling a little bit of olive oil on top and sprinkling a bit of black pepper as well.

“Put this in the oven for me?” You smiled, handing him the pan. 

He smiled, taking the pan from your hands and walking over to the already preheated oven. He swung open the oven door, wincing slightly at the gust of heat before gently sliding it onto the bottom of the rack.

“There you go, babe.” He smiled, his cheeks going a rosy pink from simply gazing in your direction. “I’ll go get Dessa dressed, and you can do whatever you want.” He smiled, whisking his way over to you, placing a kiss on your cheek and making his way to Adessa in the living room.

You smiled, feeling your sensitive little heart clench and vibrate at how he loved you so gently. Ever since you met Joost, he treated you like the most precious of gems. He wanted to make things easy for you; to dote on and pamper you like you were his most prized possession.

In Joost’s eyes, you and Adessa were his heart walking around outside of his body. When humans first thought of the word love, they described it as an attempt feeling of deep affection. But when Joost thought of love, he thought of laying down with you and Dess, listening to your soft snores as time passed you by second after second.

It was those painfully slow days that reminded him that love has no time limit. Even when he was long gone and miles underneath the earths crust, his spirit would make sure the sun kept shining and the earth kept spinning for his baby girl.

You used the time Joost gave you to prep a small breakfast and pack a little snack bag for Adessa, knowing she would ultimately be hungry after playing in the park. After you finished that task, you tugged your sleeves down on your sweater, fixing your  jeans and leaning against the counter to have a sparkling water.

Joost and Adessa emerged mere minutes later, with your daughter now in a blue and white gingham dress and frilly white socks and cute little Mary Jane’s.

“Mommy, look!” She beamed, running up to you eagerly to show off her outfit. She did a fast little spin, grinning from ear to ear as she gazed up at you for approval.

You gasped, making sure to set down your can before kneeling down to be eye level with her. “You look so pretty, Dessa!” You cooed, giving her a big hug and peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled uncontrollably, trying to push your face away and squirming away from your love attack. 

You sat her back down, giving her one last kiss before patting her head gently. “Daddy did a great job.” You nodded, looking over at Joost and smiling.

He nodded back at you, giving you a thumbs up and blowing you a brief kiss.

What a cute nerd.

You stood up, standing in the kitchen and watching as Joost walked over towards you.

“I made you guys a little charcuterie board.” You smiled, gently wrapping your arms around Joost’s neck as he held your waist and gazed into your eyes.

“Oh thank you, mijn liefste!” He smiled, turning his head briefly to munch on some blueberries. “You’re so sweet, I don’t deserve you.” He mumbled, resting his head on yours.

“Not true!” You fake-gasped. “You’re the best, too.”

“…we the best music..” he whispered, immediately giggling after. 

“Bye.” You giggled, moving to walk away from him, only for him to pull you back gently.

“No, dance with me.” He pouted, swaying with you slowly in the kitchen.

“You’re so corny!” You giggled, swaying with him as well.

“People are afraid to be corny, but I was born on the cob.” He recited, chuckling in your ear. You could really see where Adessa got her laugh from whenever Joost giggled. You recognized that ‘hehehe’ anywhere.

“Daddy?” A little voice asked, Adessa staring up at you with her big round eyes.

“Yes, little one?” He hummed, still swaying with you as he glanced at Adessa.

“Are you and mommy in loooove?” She asked, leaning forward and smiling at the two of you.

“Of course! I’d move planets for your mama.” He nodded.

You snickered, smiling just a little harder at his shameless admission.

“And I would for you, too.” Joost smiled.

Adessa nodded, clinging onto Joost’s leg as she giggled. She couldn’t understand slow dancing, but she wanted to be included in anything her parents did. So she danced along with the two of you, eagerly twirling around beside you.

You smiled, watching her with nothing but love. 

“Jojo?” You hummed, resting your hands on either side of his neck gently.

“Ja?” He smiled.

“You wanna watch a movie after we take Dess to the park?” You muttered, pecking his neck gently.

He smiled, stopping in the middle of the kitchen floor before walking you back into the counter and setting you down on top of the smooth wood. 

“Of course.” He smiled, resting his head on your shoulder.

You stayed together in the kitchen for an hour or two, chatting away with each other happily about anything and everything until the oven dinged, prompting Joost to remove the fresh loaf with your pink little oven mitts.

“The bread is finished!” He smiled, placing it on the table.

“Great! Thanks.” You cheered, hopping off the counter to stare at the loaf. You fought off both Adessa and Joost, desperately trying to explain that the bread needs to cool before you cut or eat it.

“Mommy it’s ok, the bread won’t know!” Adessa grinned, standing on her tip toes in an attempt to see above the counter. Joost scooped her up, setting her down on the counter beside him as he admired the fresh baked loaf as well.

“It looks very good! Good job.” He praised, giving Adessa an approving high five. She nodded firmly, crossing her arms at her job well done before suddenly gasping.

“Mommy helped, too! Say good job to mommy!” She squeaked, pointing a finger at you.

He giggled, turning over to you and smiling.

“Thank youuu, amazing beautiful great gorgeous fiancée!” He beamed. 

“You’re welcome!” You chirped, kissing his cheek. “Alright, we can head to the park while that cools.” You nodded, heading into the living room to slide on your shoes and grab your keys.

Adessa followed behind, smiling happily as she toddled behind you, grabbing onto your fingers as she followed you out the door.

“Kom op, papa!” She called, turning her head around to pout at Joost, who was tying his shoes.

“Yeah, hurry up grandpa!” You teased, putting your hand on your hip. “You’d really make a child wait to go play at the park?” You snickered, watching as Adessa mirrored your pose.

Joost looked up, raising an eyebrow at the two of you as the picture finally panned out. He saw just how alike you and Adessa were, and suddenly all the noise in his head stopped. He was happy where he was, and couldn’t ask for anything more.

“Hold on, I’m done I’m done!” He giggled, stumbling out the door behind the both of you and closing the door.

“You got some flour on your nose.” You chuckled. “Coke allegations pending.” You whispered, motioning to the upper bridge of his nose.

He laughed, quickly clearing the flour away from his face.

“I’m not Charli.” He giggled, following behind you and Adessa closely.

“Are you sure? You seem to be bumpin’ that…” you joked.

“Nee, nee nee nee! I’m not.” He giggled.

You walked in the warm sunlight towards the park, taking steady breaths of fresh air as you admired the beautiful scenery.

The Netherlands was a bit of a change from the atmosphere you grew up with, but more grass was definitely a plus.

When you made it to the park, Adessa had set off to go play with the other kids in the grass.

You smiled, wrapping an arm around Joost’s arm and walking with him through the grass. Since Friesland was really small in retrospect, you had no doubt people recognized him, but you were grateful nobody made the move to bother or approach you with your child.

“I never thought I’d be getting married soon…” Joost suddenly blurted, holding your hand gently.

“I know, this all feels so unreal to me.” You smiled.

“I used to just say I was ok with my bloodline stopping at me…and now look, I’m engaged with a daughter.” He giggled.

“Nobody knows where they’ll end up, and that’s ok.” You shrugged, allowing Joost to pull you down and sitting in the grass with him, just far enough to supervise Adessa.

He nodded, smiling softly as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder. 

You stayed at the park for a good hour, running around with Adessa in the grass as she chased you with a magical leaf that would make you go “boom!”

“Alright, Dessa, let’s go home and have some lunch, okay?” You smiled, scooping her up and spinning her around. 

She nodded, wrapping her arms around your neck as she waved bye to her park friends.

The walk back was relatively quiet, and you could tell that Adessa had fallen asleep. You chuckled, gently shaking her awake so she could stay up long enough to eat, have a quick little bath and then go to sleep later.

“Here, I got her.” Joost murmured, gently taking her from your arms. You smiled, thanking him wordlessly as you reached the front door and pushed it open.

You sat your bag and keys down on the side table, slipping your shoes off by the door and heading into the kitchen. You made a quick little sandwich for Adessa with some smoked turkey, Swiss cheese, pickles, lettuce, tomato, and red onion. What a non-picky baby.

You headed into the living room, handing the sandwich to a very sleepy looking Adessa whose head kept drooping onto her dad’s shoulder. Joost chuckled, watching as she perked up momentarily to eat her food.

“I like your bread, mommy.” She murmured, finishing up her sandwich with a little smile.

“Thank you!” You smiled, patting her head softly. “Im glad you like it. I made it with lots of love, just for you!” You explained, booping her little nose. 

She smiled, leaving the crusts on her plate and placing it down on the coffee table. “All done.” She murmured, rubbing her eyes as she leaned on Joost’s shoulder again.

Joost sat up slowly, ensuring she wouldn’t fall over on the couch before picking her up. “Bed time!” He beamed, dancing and twirling up the stairs with Adessa.

“I got her, just go get comfy!” He smiled, turning back to you briefly before disappearing upstairs. 

You cheered quietly, quickly setting up downstairs for movie night. You laid out the blankets, snacks, and drinks before shuffling upstairs to your shared room to change into some pajamas.

You decided on a matching pair of pink fuzzy shorts and a pink fuzzy hoodie. You glanced in the mirror, smoothing out the hoodie delicately and making sure you looked ok, even thought you knew Joost wouldn’t care even if you didn’t, because in his words “it’s okay to not be okay.”

You smiled, giggling at yourself briefly before making your way to the bathroom to check on the two of them, only to see a tub overflowing with bubbles and an Adessa with a soapy Mohawk.

“What the actual hell, Joost.” You murmured, eyes widening at the height the bubbles had managed to somehow reach. Adessa was lost in the midst of it, blue eyes just barely visible through the forest of bubbles.

Joost smiled, instantly freezing in place before slowly turning to you.

“Hello!!” He waved, slowly putting down the bubble bath solution.

“How much of that did you use!” You half-chuckled, half-scoffed, watching as the blue coloring practically spilled over the floor.

“Mommy it’s okay, I’m the bubble princess!” Adessa giggled, raising her arms up through the hoard of suds.

You sighed, but smiled softly. The cleanup would eat you the fuck alive, sure, but at least she was happy.

“Of course, sweetie.” You giggled, heading back out the bathroom slowly. You retreated downstairs to the couch, taking in the warm, orange-y yellow lighting that consumed the room. It reminded you of fall, with the sweet spices and crisp days that brought you so much joy.

You waited for no more than 5 minutes on the couch before the little pitter patter of feet came down the stairs. 

“Mommy!” The little voice whispered from the top of the stairs. “You gotta come say goodnight to me!”

You chuckled, standing up from the couch and jogging over to her. “Of course I do! C’mon!” You whispered, heading upstairs to her all pink princess themed bedroom.

Even though she had sworn her allegiance to nothing but pink time and time again, she still had the cover art for her dad’s beloved albums up on the wall next to her bed, courtesy of her father.

She scurried into bed, giggling as Joost pecked her little forehead gently. He had to completely sit down to be close to her bed, which was almost comical to see, but you didn’t wanna laugh at how massive he was just yet.

“Alright, goodnight sweetie.” You whispered, gently tying a little scarf around her head so her hair wouldn’t look crazy in the morning. “I love you!” You cooed, peppering her face with kisses.

She giggled, leaning up to kiss your nose before laying back down and rubbing her eyes. “I love you too…” she murmured, trying her best to keep her eyes open as she watched you and Joost turn off the lights and slowly leave.

You closed the door behind you two, smiling at Joost before giggling and scurrying down the steps like eager children. You crashed onto the couch together, cuddling up as Joost snatched the remote off the armrest and turned on the TV.

“This parenting shit is easy. W’s in the chat.” He giggled, pulling you as close as he could.

“I don’t know about easy, but you’re definitely a great dad!” You smiled, resting your hand on his chest.

He rolled his eyes, snickering quietly as he kissed your forehead. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

©Taelophone<33

[gremlingottoosilly]

I just keep thinking about mrs. konig filming cute little “a day in the life of a housewife” tiktoks bc filming and editing videos gives her at least something to do so she doesn’t die of boredom. She records her attempts to bake bread from scratch and the progress of the little garden she’s trying tend to, and ends up gaining a small following of people who both love her and are low-key worried about how often she posts and why she seems to be alone all the time 😭

konig would probably hate that his wifey is posting her routine online bc he thinks it’s a security risk but I also think he’d love being able to see the little videos she records (even though he already watches her through the cameras)

@dreamdiaries777 I'm combining these two asks because they are kinda similar in a way. Konig just adores this old-timey traditional romance, all flowers and nice long white dresses and flower crowns, and...yeah, he is utterly crushed by the prospect of having an angel-like wifey. He adores literally everything you do for him, especially if you want to crochet him a scarf or a sweater, no matter how bad it looks, he will wear it in front of his soldiers and will survive through ridicule. It just feels so...normal, for him. That you are his nice wifey who does cute stuff for social media - you make cooking videos, you make some silly little resin jewelry and tiny baby clothes. He was very skeptical about it at first and talked her through some security risks - never talked about where she is, the location, or her personal information and never talked about who is her husband - a vague "my military hubby" should be enough. He asks Hutch to help with making sure that her account is secure and no one would hack it - our Konig is a bit of a social media dumb-dumb, so you had to introduce him to Tiktok and Instagram and stuff like this. You have a following of all of his soldiers liking and commenting(free boost, plus they really do like you, and they don't want to get their asses kicked because Mrs.Konig is sad about the lack of activity on her TikTok, and Mr.Konig is pissed off because she is sad), and you have quite a small, but dedicated following. Konig buys you the best materials, allows you to spend his money, and smiles when you say that you actually have money now!! Yeah, likw 100 Euros from that 1000 you spend on materials and failed attempts, but he likes that you have something to do. He likes to just give you this hobby because you are not so sad in his absence, and you do a lot of gifts for him and his friends!! Ceramics and cute mugs and sweaters...he just thinks it's adorable.

[rose-stems]

pretty- like a doll

sanji x reader that wears frilly cute dresses but is a badass

“So pretty,” Sanji thought*, “like a little doll.”*

Those were the first thought’s Sanji ever had about you.

The first thing he noticed was your pretty pink dress, matching shades of white and pink fabric. Fit to match a ribbon in your hair, holding it in a hairstyle half up.

The next thing he noticed, was the way you walked. Feet pointed and graceful but with the excitement of a baby dear skipping around. You bounced up and down, hair and dress flowing perfectly with your movements.

He was so stunned from gazing at you that he stood completely still, hands full of the bread he was planning to drop off at that crews table.

The table you were walking to.

Oh.

Oh.

“Thank God.” Sanji thought helplessly,

There was a surging need to speak with you, one that Sanji had like no other. No one ever commanded his attention like you did and you hadn’t even spoken to him. He felt a bit pathetic, to be so deeply interested in you in only a matter of seconds.

His attention was quickly grabbed again when you politely turned to the green-haired man sitting on the far left. You opened your mouth—*those pretty, pretty lips—*to speak and his ears zeroed in on your voice, picking apart its soft undertones, distinguishing it from every other sound in the restaurant.

“Zoro,”—the green-haired man, Sanji assumes—”you didn’t wake me up.” You chastise him and Sanji feels himself be ripped apart at the seams.

The man replies but Sanji can’t make out his words. His ears are tuned to you and your sound only. The next sound you make is light and airy, a tiny giggle bubbles up and you tilt your head cutely. He wants to fall to his knees.

“C’mon, Zozo, don’t be like that.” You say and then wait, staring down at the man (because in this moment, you are taller.) and rocking slowly on the balls of your feet.

The man seems to pick up on the unsaid message and moves to stand up, grabbing his swords to help the process. You give him some space as he moves out and to the side and then cutely grab your dress, fabric lifting and exposing pearly white ruffles. You’re stunning, a picturesque form blessed by Aphrodite herself.

You sit down and take a few seconds to make yourself comfortable, letting the man wait until you’re ready—as he should. You adjust the fabric so when the man sits back down he doesn’t sit on it.

You face the green-haired man and your face lights up. It shines and your cheeks are full and pink as you smile brighter than the moon and her stars. Your gorgeous, beautiful, adorable, cute, you are so many things all at once and it hits Sanji harder than anything he’s ever seen.

“Thank you.” You say.

And his knees buckle, the feeling of weightlessness snaps Sanji to his senses. He’s been doing nothing but standing in the middle of the Baratie, staring at you like a creep.

He rushes to an isolated place, dropping the plate of bread on the counter of the bathroom. He steadies himself against the counter and tries to will his lungs to work.

Thoughts long forbidden rise up in his mind.

Thoughts no gentleman should ever have about a woman as cute as yourself.

About how he’d love to see your pretty face morph into something dirty and pleasure filled. How he would love to hear the different sounds you’d make. Would you squirm? Oh, god he hopes so-

He thinks about how fucking hot you looked as you confidently gazed at the green-haired man. Demanding and silent, waiting patiently to be treated like how you deserve. Commanding in a way so opposite of how you dressed, commanding in a subtle way, a petite way. But confident, oh so confident and strong and hot.

Fuck.

A stumbled out groan reaches up his throat before he forces it down, covering his mouth in shame.

“Get. It. Together.” He thinks, “You still need to go actually serve them.”

He still needs to serve you. Serve…you.

Yeah, he can do that.

He takes a few deep breaths to calm himself. This is a staff bathroom, one which could be locked from the inside and he takes comfort in that. At least no one can come in and see how utterly pathetic he is over just seeing you. He hadn’t even spoken to you, but oh, he wanted to.

He turns the tap on and splashes some water on his face, the coolness helps him bring feeling back into his cheeks.

Feeling better—more focused and less likely to fall apart—Sanji picks up the bread and leaves the bathroom.

The first thing he does is head into the kitchens, dumping the bread onto a platter to reheat and quickly fixing up another appetizer. He doesn’t think about how he was banned from the kitchen and only hopes Zeff doesn’t walk in. Not that he’d truly regret it, you deserve a better appetizer for waiting so long. When he’d done he has two nice hot plates, the main appetizer and the reheated bread.

Before heading out of the kitchen he stops to gather himself. He feels a creeping sense of shame for how… how he froze. Yes, how he froze up. To serve yo… your table, he needs to at least have a sense of dignity.

How could he be a good server if he kept getting distracted by your beauty?

How could he sweep you off your feet if every time he looked at you the breath knocked out of him?

With a push of the door he went out into the floor. Eyes sweeping the room once before falling onto you, you were chatting animatedly with the green-haired man and a beautiful woman next to you. He almost felt bad about interrupting you. Almost.

“Hi, welcome to Baratie. My name is Sanji, what can I get for you?” He spoke slowly, casting a passing glance at those who sat at your table.

There was the green-haired man with three swords, Zoro, you called him, and a beautiful red-haired woman next to you. On the other side of the table, a little man with a straw hat in overalls and a young man wearing an open shirt.

The straw hat man was currently stuffing his face with bread.

[archangeldyke-all]

SIMP SEV WHO FUCKS YOU LIKE HER LIFE DEPENDS ON IT

yeah............ yeah.

men and minors dni

sevika's home. finally. you can hear her kick her boots off by the door, can hear the shuffling of her taking her poncho off and hanging it on the hook. you smile sleepily, curling into yourself further and drifting back to sleep.

you're half awake-half asleep, eyes still closed, brain still off, but consciously tracking the movements of your girlfriend as she wanders around the apartment. you hear the hum of the microwave, the click of a lighter, the heavy sigh of her exhaling after her first hit.

her fork clinks against her plate. the faucet turns on then off. there's a clatter when she puts her dishes in the sink. you manage to pry your eyes open when you hear her sneak into the bedroom. "baby." you say through a smile. sevika smiles sweetly down at you. "you're home."

"hi honey." she says, pressing a kiss to your head. "go back to sleep. i'm gonna shower." you nod, your heavy eyelids shutting as you drift off.

you wake up again when the calming white noise of the shower squeaks to a halt. finally, you think as you roll on your back. you open one eye to watch sevika as she tugs her sleep shirt on, her wet hair clinging to her face, a toothbrush between her lips. she's so pretty. her eyes catch on yours and she rolls her eyes.

"supposed to be asleep." she mumbles around the toothbrush. you giggle.

"missed you though." you say. she melts, quickly running back into the bathroom to spit her toothpaste out and then back out, flicking the light off and jumping into bed. she lands on top of you with a grunt. you laugh.

"missed you too." she says as she wiggles under the covers, planting her face on your tit, her hand coming up to grab the other. you wind your hand around her back, gently tracing patterns over her soft cotton sleep shirt.

she's snoring in seconds, and now, with sevika in bed with you where she should be, you fall into a deep slumber.

"honey." sevika grunts. you groan, flopping your head to the side.

"five more minutes." you mumble.

"no that's not--i need you baby." sevika says. you nod into your pillow.

"y' just put the bread in the toaster and push the lever down. 's not that hard. i believe in you." sevika chuckles beside you, breathy and flabbergasted.

"i'm not-- i know how to work the toaster." that makes you blink an eye open, looking at sevika skeptically. she rolls her eyes. "i burnt the toast one time!" she says. you huff.

"whaddya want?" you ask, sleep slowly receding from your body and mind. you become more aware of your surroundings. it's still pitch black in the bedroom-- still night time. sevika's hovering above you, her body pressed against yours. between your legs, her hips are shifting in tiny little circles. oh. a smile creeps up your face.

"shut up." sevika says, like she can see your knowing smile through the darkness. she can't, she just knows you well enough to know when you're about to tease her. you giggle.

"i didn't even say anything!"

"you were thinking a lot of stupid shit though. i can tell."

"you sure you wanna call me stupid before asking to fuck me?" you ask. she huffs.

"baby--"

"go ahead, honey." you say. she freezes. "take what you need." you whisper, assuring her. she snaps back into action, growling as she descends onto you, her hands clawing at your pajama bottoms, her lips crushing against yours. you gasp against her, and she takes the opportunity to shove her tongue in your mouth. you moan.

"i fuckin'," sevika grunts, "fuckin' missed you today." she says. you hum in sympathy. it was a friday, which is typically your date night, unless silco demands sevika's presence at some dumbass meeting like he did last night. sevika ducks down to suck a hickey in your neck, and you thread your fingers through her hair.

"'s okay baby." you say. she whines against your neck, shaking her head no. "what's wrong?" you ask.

"not okay." she grunts as one of her hands snakes under your shirt to paw at your tits. "missed you." she says. you giggle.

"i'm here now, honey." you say, lifting your hips up to grind against hers. "show me how much you missed me." she growls, sitting up to strip you down.

her hands are fast as she shucks your shirt off your body, faster when she pushes your waistband down your legs. you're naked beneath her in seconds, panting as she strips herself above you. you paw at her, scratching her abs, ribs, thighs. you fondle her tits, giggling when she gasps as you give her nipples a tug. sevika rips her own shirt off, then descends on top of you to kiss you breathless.

one of her hands moves between your thighs, her cold metallic fingers against your cunt making you jump. "sevika!" you gasp. she chuckles, her fingers rumbling to life between your thighs. you shudder. "oh fuck." you moan. sevika hums above you, satisfied to have her hands on you finally. "y-you, oh shit, you coulda had me when you got home." you say between whimpers.

"but you're so cute when you're sleeping. wanted to lay with you for a bit." she mumbles as she notches the vibrations of her fingers up. you gasp. "then i woke up fuckin' soaked from a dream about you." you squeak at her words. "'n i couldn't wait any longer."

"what-- ah! what was the dream about?" you ask as your thighs clench around sevika's hand.

"you." she says. "the way you smell. your skin." between your legs, sevika's fingers start rubbing small circles around your clit, the vibrations notching even higher. you groan. "your lips." she says, bending down to give you a quick peck. "those noises you make." she says. you whimper. "yeah, just like that." she says, a smile in her voice.

"sevika--"

"you close?"

"yeah."

"good." she says, suddenly tugging your legs open and pulling her hand away. you groan.

"why'd you stop?" you ask as sevika shuffles in the dark above you. she chuckles.

"needy much?" she teases. you pout.

"'s your fault!" you protest beneath her as sevika's hands move your legs. one of her legs hitches over your hip, and you melt into the bed beneath you. "oh shit. yes, please." you beg beneath her. she laughs.

"anything for you, baby." she says as she sinks down, her cunt sliding against yours. "fuck." she says. "you're soaked."

"you're soaked." you gasp at the feeling of her, warm and wet and grinding delicious circles against you with her cunt.

"fuck." she grunts above you, her claws clenching into your thigh. "so fuckin' good." she grunts. "i love this pussy. 's perfect." you whimper, your hands flailing out to grope sevika. one lands on her flesh bicep, and you sink your nails into the muscle, making sevika's hips stutter. your free hand finds one of her tits, fondling and tugging, making her whimper. "cut it out." she grunts. "'y gonna make me cum."

"that's a good thing." you tease beneath her. she huffs, smacking your hands away, pinning them above your head. you struggle against her grip, but it's futile.

"i was gonna fuck you nice and slow, but you're just too needy, aren't you baby?" she asks above you, her hips still. you huff. "you need more?" she asks. you nod, sputtering to speak when you realize she can't see you.

"please." you beg.

"please what?"

"please fuck me, sev." you whine. the grip on your wrists tightens, and sevika starts to fuck you.

with each thrust of her hips, a squelching sound rings out into the bedroom. you aren't sure if it's your cunt or sevika's-- or maybe both of yours together. the thought makes you shudder.

above you, sevika's trusting with little 'ah, ah, ah's. sevika's laid out over you, her tit's occasionally brushing against your face, her grip on your leg and wrists painful. against you, sevika's clit bumps yours on every other thrust, both of you gasping each time it does. you reach your head off the pillows, mouthing at sevika's tits, nipping and biting and kissing the flesh above you. she shudders.

"fuckin' quit." she grunts, her hips moving even faster against you. you giggle, sucking her nipple into your mouth to bite it gently. she jumps and whimpers. "shit!" her hips begin pounding against you.

above you, the headboard starts to smack against the wall. you pull away from her tit with a pop, kissing her nipple before laying back against the pillow beneath you.

"you fuck me so good sevika." you groan out. sevika shivers above you. "so good. your cunt feels so good, honey, i-- shit!" you gasp when her fingernails claw into your wrists' fragile skin. "you close?" you gasp out. above you, sevika whines. "awe baby. needed me so bad you woke me up for it? huh? needed my pussy that bad?" you tease. sevika's hips stutter, the rhythm of the headboard's smacking faltering as she tries to collect herself. "'s okay honey." you whisper. "love it when you're desprate for me." you say. "love the way you fuck me." sevika's silent above you, her grunts fading away as she gets closer to her orgasm. "you gonna cum?" you ask.

"y-y-yeah." she stutters.

"love you, sev." you whisper. the words push her over the edge, her thigh twitching against you, a choked sound escaping her mouth above you. beneath her, you grin. "that's it baby." you coo up at her. "there you go." sevika's gasping for air above you as she cums, her hips' thrusts turning into small grinding circles against your cunt.

the moment her shaking subsides, she's releasing her grasp on your wrists and shooting down your body to kiss you filthily. you groan against her mouth as she swipes her tongue against yours, your free hands wrapping around her back to hold her close to you. she hums against your mouth, her lips curling into a smile against yours. "love you too." she whispers against your mouth. you grin. "you didn't cum." she whines. you giggle.

"'s okay. i'm very satisfied. my girlfriend just fucked me so hard she dented the drywall." you tease. she chuckles above you, sitting up to untangle your legs.

"nuh-uh. i'm not done with you yet." she says shooting down to throw your legs over her shoulders. you gasp, your hand coming up to tangle in her hair. "made a mess on your cunt, baby. want me to clean it up for you?" she asks, licking your inner thigh. you giggle.

"yes please." you feel her grin against your skin.

"my pleasure." she grunts as she buries her face between your legs.

your eyes roll back in your head, and your last coherent thought before sevika's tongue starts to work against you is: there goes our saturday morning sleep-in.

[aphrogeneias]

how do rockstar!eddie and assistant!reader try and enjoy valentines in secret? does he spoil her? steal kisses through the day? subtly dedicate a song to her at the show? swooooon

pairing: rockstar!eddie munson x assistant!reader

warnings: secret relationship. disgusting fluff. two people desperately in love, avert your eyes.

“You have time, but I highly suggest no one's late for this interview. We need to be there at 4 because it's live, let's not make these people wait or else they'll start talking shit about you, remember last time? Anyway, remind Gareth to not take too long…”

“Babe, relax.” Eddie stretches out, reaching for the cup of coffee in your hand. He rests it on the tray in the middle of the bed, and takes your notepad from your other hand. He rests it on the side table, away from your reach. “It's Valentine's Day.”

“Since when do you care?”

“Since I met this girl who controls my every move and won't leave me alone.”

“Wow,” you deadpan, lying back beside him, “you’re such a romantic."

You've seen Eddie sprawled out on hotel beds what feels like a million times, but you can never get used to the sight of it.

The contrast of the immaculate white sheets to his dark hair, still mussed from his bedhead, the dark ink of the tattoos that covered his lean body, the dark fabric of his underwear — the only thing he could bring himself to put on before answering the door to get the room service tray.

You bite your bottom lip to stop a sigh. He's smiling at you, lounging like a lazy cat. “Yeah, yeah. Whatever. I'm here pouring my heart out to you but it's just a normal Wednesday, right? No need for it.”

Eddie isn't looking at you, he's got one hand on top of his chest, and another on his forehead, feigning distress. Instead of rolling your eyes, you roll over to him, careful to not knock the tray, still full of bread and fruit and single flower in a tiny glass vase, and climb on top of his lap, straddling his hips.

Careful not to laugh, you pry his arms from where they are and pull him to the sides of his face, holding them there, while you slowly lace your fingers together. He doesn't fight it, but he's still staging a frown, full lips jutted forward, inviting you in.

Leaning down, you press a gentle kiss to them. “I'm just trying to help,” you murmur, face still close to his, “didn't know you were serious about today.”

“I was when I told you we should at least try to seize it, even if it's just a little. I know I want to.”

Eddie kisses your face — your cheeks, your nose, your jaw, the tip of your chin — before pushing himself up, and taking you with him. You sit together, foreheads pressed together, sharing a coffee-stained breath.

“I want it too.” You confess, and he knows what you mean. “I wish… I wish we could.”

“We could. Tell’em they don't need us. Stay here all day, sleep a little more, fuck until we’re tired and sleep again. Order some more room service.”

You smile despite yourself. “Yeah? What else? Jump on the bed, pillow fight?”

“Nah, I'd crush you. Don't ever wanna do that to my baby.”

Without thinking, you giggled. Buried your face where his shoulder meets neck, and nuzzled yourself in there. You inhale his scent as you did, the lingering perfume from last night and this morning’s cigarette.

He laughs too, and you feel his hand rise slowly, from your spine to the back of your neck, settling there. “I have a surprise for you later.”

“Hm?”

“Yeah. A real good one.” Eddie squeezes your neck gently, and his thumb runs back and forth on the sensitive skin of your neck, making it difficult for you to lift your head from where it comfortably rests. “Just gotta stand pretty at the side of the stage, as you do.”

“Ed…” This time, you reluctantly face him. “What are you going to do?”

Something cold drops in your stomach. You try not to show, simply raising an eyebrow at him, but he knows you worry, knows his impulsivity keeps you up at night, sometimes.

“Nothing you need to upset your pretty little head with.” As if to make a point, he kisses your forehead. “I promise.”

You're not convinced. “On stage, Eddie? Seriously?”

He smiles, all dimples and teeth, as his hands wander over your hips and thighs, over and under the robe you're still wearing. “As a heart attack.”

“That's what you're going to give me.”

[lana-angel-writes]

Winter’s Kitten

Pairing| Bucky Barnes x reader (gender is not really specified)

Summary| Bucky comes home from the market with a very unexpected but adorable surprise.

Warnings| Absolutely none- Just some random cute fluff

Materlist

Today was a very cold winter day in brooklyn and you had sent bucky out to get more bread from the corner market. It started snowing when he left, which was thirty minutes ago, and it was getting really thick and windy. You were starting to get worried, what if something happened to him? You decided to give it ten minutes until you were going to call him and make sure he wasn’t in trouble. Just as you were about to go to get your phone the door to your shared apartment opened. When Bucky walked through the entry he was covered in snow from head to toe, with a grocery bag in his hand. But what you also didn’t miss to notice was the abnormal lump coming off of his abdomen. “Hey doll, sorry it took me so long, the weathers really getting bad out there.” You stood in front of him speechless did he not think you noticed the now moving lump under his coat. “Buck, what's under your coat?” One thing you always found cute about Bucky was that he couldn’t lie to you. The give away signs were that he couldn’t look you in the eyes, and he’d blush. And right now the big super soldier in front of you looked like a schoolgirl with a crush. “Well, I uh, found her outside on my way back from the market, she doesn’t have a home doll.” As he unzipped his coat a ball of white fluff appeared. “Baby, is that a cat?”,”Yeah.” As soon as Bucky spoke the cat started to move, she tried to crawl up his chest but ended up snuggling back into his arms. Now that she adjusted you could actually see the cat's features,she had big bright blue eyes and tiny little ears.You could now totally understand why he couldn’t leave her behind. She was adorable and the way she looked at you just made you want to melt. “So what do you think of her doll? Can we keep her?” You had no idea your boyfriend could look so innocent, he was giving you the biggest puppy dog eyes with a pout on his lips. How could you ever say no to him or the adorable cat. “Of course we can keep her, Buck.” You couldn’t help but chuckle at the pure excitement on his face and as if the cat knew she had just found a permanent home she jumped out of Bucky’s arms and started to inspect the cozy apartment. After Bucky took off his jacket and boots he pulled you into his arms. “Thank you doll.” Instead of answering him you pulled your head off of his chest to kiss his stubbled jaw. Bucky moved his head down to give you a proper kiss and right before your lips touched there was a loud crash in the living room. "Well I better go check what that was.", "Yeah, I think that's a good idea,Buck."

Later that night when you and Bucky were settled down in bed, he asked “What about alpine.”, “What do you mean Buck?”, “For our new addition to the family.” You loved how easily Bucky said ‘family’ . You felt honored and proud that you were able to keep that special place in his heart.Since Bucky was the one who brought the cat home you thought that he should have the honor of naming her. “I think that's perfect, baby.”

Just after Bucky went to sleep a certain fluffy white cat decided she was going to sleep right on Bucky's chest. You couldn’t help the smile that came across your face, the sight of a man, most are afraid of cuddling with a little cat, was so wholesomely adorable. You were glad that Bucky brought home your new addition to your little family.

[adore-laur]

SKIN

— a blurb from the dadrry universe 🤍

——

Harry's skin must be woven with threads of magic. There has to be an otherworldly magnetism entwined in his veins, bestowing captivating warmth on anyone who touches him. Or perhaps there's an underlying spell coursing through his bloodstream, effortlessly soothing deep-rooted aches and vociferating cries. 

It's been said before, but it bears repeating: Harry is a natural when it comes to being a lover. He has been by your side through every trial and tribulation life has cruelly thrown at you. He has willingly taken your pain during grief-stricken times and selflessly shared the burden. You've navigated the rollercoaster years of dating, marriage, and parenthood with him, all the while watching him adapt to each role with unwavering patience and grace. 

Witnessing him be a dad makes you firmly believe it's what he was made to do. It was written in the stars.

When you wake from a deep slumber—a long and uninterrupted one at that—the house smells like blueberries and homemade bread. Well, if four hours of sleep count as uninterrupted. You'll be the first to admit that you haven't missed the lack of sleep involved in caring for a newborn. 

You slowly make your way to the kitchen, surprised by how quiet it is except for the sizzling sounds of breakfast being cooked. Your tired eyes regard Harry swaying by the stovetop, a spatula in his grasp, and his one-week-old baby girl cradled in his opposite arm. She's wide awake, her swaddled body cuddled perfectly in the crook of his elbow as she mesmerizingly stares at her dad skillfully take a loaf of bread out of the oven. He has on his favorite fleece robe with the sleeves rolled up, and his hair— that's getting quite long—is flatly pushed back due to him restlessly tossing and turning all night. 

It's baffling how whenever Harry holds his daughter, she's completely content as long as her skin touches his. You don't quite understand it. You're well aware that skin-to-skin contact is essential, but it's wondrous how much she loves it with him already. 

You stand still and watch him for a few more moments, thinking about how, nine months ago, you observed him from the same spot as he made pancakes with his eldest daughter. Back when the baby he's holding now was just a tiny bump he would fawn over, growing rounder each month and getting plenty of kisses each day. 

Eventually, you refocus on the present and shuffle over to where your sleep-deprived husband is yawning and shutting the oven door with his hip. The both of you got a dreadfully short amount of sleep last night, but you think it isn't so bad when mornings look like they do with him. 

"Hello," you say, making your presence known before appearing next to him.

Harry loosens a golden-brown blueberry crepe with the spatula and sets it on one of three plates. "Morning, sweetheart." 

"When did she wake up?"

"'Bout an hour ago," he replies, his voice hoarse. "Just little whimpers, so I took her to the backyard for fresh air. She told me she wanted to make breakfast with me." 

You amusedly tilt your head to the side. "Oh, she told you that? I didn't know you could translate her baby sounds." 

"I can, actually. She also told me she wanted milk." He looks over at you and raises his eyebrows. "Pronto, preferably." 

"Here, give me her. She's definitely hungry." You take her from him and kiss her soft, munchable cheeks. "Thank you for making food, by the way." 

"That's my job," he says melodically as you walk over to the couch. You sit and slide the strap of your silk pajama top down, then remove the white swaddle from the baby's body. She instantly latches onto your nipple, causing you to wince as a dull ache initiates. 

As you feed her and zone out, you hear Harry plate the food and open the fridge several times before you sense him coming up behind you. He leans his torso over the back of the couch and rests his chin on your head. Breastfeeding has never been uncomfortable around him since you know he's appreciative of what a woman's body can supply and how draining it is to be the supplier. Often, like right now, he will silently observe his daughter fall into a state of tranquility as she suckles. It's beautiful to nurture another human using your body, and even though it's terribly time-consuming, the special bond formed during it is always worth it. 

"I'm going to get dressed," Harry says after a while, squeezing your arm.

You turn your head and pucker your lips for the first kiss of the day. He grants you several soft pecks that taste like blueberries, each with a satisfied hum, before leaving a long, dramatic kiss on his daughter's head.

A few minutes later, he comes back just as you finish breastfeeding. He's wearing a patterned jacquard-knit sweater and loose denim jeans with ripped holes near his knees. He stands before you and takes his baby girl from your arms, kissing and blowing raspberries on her full belly until she's screeching happily. 

"Who's ready for tummy time, hmm? Is it you?" She coos with a toothless smile, and Harry pretends to eat her cheeks. "I think it's you." 

He gently sets her on the blanket on the living room floor, then lies on his stomach next to her. You grab your phone from the coffee table and snap a quick picture of the sweet memory. 

After five minutes of encouragement and tracing every feature of her face, Harry picks her up and burps her. Meanwhile, you wander into the kitchen, grab the plates, and then slide the patio door open with your shoulder. You head out to the backyard, with Harry following closely behind. You're not too worried about your other daughter since she'll definitely be cranky if you wake her up this early. 

As you set the plates down and sit in the wicker lounge chair, Harry passes the baby over and settles beside you, chewing and swallowing a bite of bread. He says, "I was thinking of going to the beach later and swimming with the girls. The water is pretty calm today." 

You nod and pick at your crêpe. "Yeah, go ahead. I'll probably take a nap or something." 

"You don't want to come with us?" he asks, scrunching his eyebrows. It's gorgeous out." 

"I don't really feel like swimming. I'm not feeling my best." 

He leans closer to you and places his palm on your forehead. "What do you mean, love? You feelin' okay?" 

"I'm just tired," you lie partially. "Don't worry about me." 

"Hey, look at me." He takes your hand in his. "I'm going to worry about you. You just gave birth a week ago. Gotta tell me how you're feeling mentally and physically. Otherwise, I don't know how to help you." 

"I know, but I swear I'm—" A fussy cry cuts you off, and you sigh as you start rocking the baby. Harry soothingly massages the back of your neck, leaving a comforting kiss behind your ear. 

"We'll talk about it later, okay?" he murmurs. 

You just weakly smile and hope he'll forget about it. 

——

The sun has just begun to set, and the evening sky is a bright, beautiful orange that makes the ocean glimmer. All of you are on the beach to spend time together before an early bedtime. Harry had made dinner and is now shaking out a blanket so the both of you can sit on the sand. Your eldest daughter is distracted with her beach toys, talking to herself as she toddles along the shoreline in her swimsuit and floaties.

There's no time for peaceful watching, however, because once you plop down on the blanket with the baby snuggled to your chest, Harry sits right by you and clasps his hands over his bent knee like he's about to give a lecture. He jerks his chin and says, "You know what I'm going to say." 

It's impossible not to roll your eyes. "Do I have to?" you mutter with a sheepish grin. 

"Yes. You're legally required to talk to your husband and baby daddy." 

You just groan and prepare yourself to vent about all the postpartum feelings that have been swirling in your pessimistic brain over the past seven days.

"I'm scared of losing myself," you say, exhaling heavily. "I remember the first time I became a mom and how I didn't even recognize myself some days. It took so much energy out of me, you know? With breastfeeding, being up all night, and trying to get my body back to normal, I guess I just don't want to fall into that dark mindset again." 

Harry nods understandingly. "Do you recognize yourself right now?" 

"A lot more than last time," you reply quietly. "I mean, we're both more experienced with how to handle a newborn. That definitely helps." 

He swallows, and his serious expression reveals that he sees right through you. "Can I know the real reason why you didn't want to go swimming earlier?" he asks with a gentleness that could break you if you dwell on it for long enough. 

You sometimes wonder if your skin is made of glass or if he knows you well enough to notice all the cracks. 

"If I talk about it, I'll start crying." 

He tuts and nudges your foot with his. "And what's wrong with crying?" 

Shrugging, you defeatedly mumble, "It makes me feel like a little kid." 

"You're my wife, not some stranger to me," he stresses with a soft laugh. "I hate that you think crying in front of me will put me off. Please be vulnerable with me. I don't want you to keep your feelings bottled up." 

Your lips wobble, and a teardrop escapes as you look downward. "I don't feel good when I look at my body. I don't think I could put on a swimsuit and have you see me." Harry scoots closer and wipes your tears away, a sympathetic frown on his lips. "And I spent so long trying to accept it last time I gave birth," you add, "and now having to bounce back again seems exhausting." 

"I don't expect you to bounce back," Harry says gently. "I don't expect anything of you that involves changing your body. It's your body. Do whatever you need to make you feel good, and do it at your own pace, all right?" 

Your heart lovingly falters at his statement. "Once we can finally have sex in five weeks, it's going to be terrible. I'll probably cry." 

He laughs, and you let one out too. "Is that really what you're worried about?" 

"No." He gives you an unamused look with a hint of a smirk. "Okay, maybe. I just don't want you to look at me. I could blindfold you or something." 

"Can you look at me right now for a second?" Harry asks earnestly. You adjust the baby in your arms and meet his eyes, which sparkle in the sunlight. I look at you and see a goddess," he says, holding your free hand. "A mother to two beautiful girls who make me smile every single day. You're my safety blanket. The body you think I don't want to see is the one that grew life. That is so precious to me." 

He begins tracing his fingertips across the light striations on your thigh as he continues, "The stretch marks on your skin are there because you grew two humans, which to me is the most powerful goddamn thing I could ever watch you do. And you've done it so effortlessly that I can't help but fall in love with you more and more each day." 

In that moment, you wonder why you were ever doubtful in the first place and how the man sitting next to you can always easily drag you out of any momentary insecurity. 

Harry suddenly stands and carefully pulls you up with him. He then kneels on the blanket and spreads his arms out. "Look at you," he says over the crashing waves. "You're literally glowing in front of me, holding our baby girl that you brought into this world all by yourself, and making my heart pound just as hard as the first day I met you." 

"Stop, Harry," you tell him, heat expanding across your face. 

"No, because look at you!" He exhales sharply and lowers his arms. "I worship you. Everything you do or say, every smile and laugh, every time you look at me... I'm hooked for eternity."

You kneel in front of him with tears threatening to spill over. He cradles your cheeks and kisses you with an intensity similar to the evening waves pelting the shore. Is there a way to thank the ocean for bringing him to you? 

As the sun says its routine farewell, you bask in Harry's glow that cascades from the solicitous words he speaks and the tender touches he gives. Skin that's unquestionably loved by him, and skin that you will love at your own pace. 

——

[jungle-angel]

This Cozy House (Bob Floyd x Reader)

Summary: You and Bob spend a chilly fall evening goofing around with the babies

It was absolutely freezing out, more so than it had been since last year despite it being only early October. It was already dark out in early evening, the sun having set around five-thirty in the evening while dinner was left to slow cook in the crockpot, but the house was as brightly lit and cozy as ever.

Auggie and Patrick's squealing giggles soon reached your ears as Bob tickled them, the three laughing up a storm in the living room. You laughed just as they did, your hands trailing to your bump as your baby girl kept rolling over.

A sudden noise made you jump a little along with Bob's stern warning to your son. "August Robert," he chided. "If you're gonna rough-house, take your glasses off."

"Ok Daddy," he chirped, quickly removing his glasses and setting them down on the endtable.

You pulled the grainy loaf of bread out of the oven and put it on the back of the stove, cutting it with great ease and putting it on the plate. The rain battering the roof was growing louder and louder, rattling the pipes that held up the stove vents whole a menacing roll of thunder was heard outside.

"Storm's rollin in (y/n)?" Bob asked as Patrick rolled onto one of the couch cushions on the floor.

"They said it was gonna get bad in a few hours," you told him, bringing the bread to the table. "Not sure how these two are gonna sleep tonight."

Bob nodded in agreement. Storms in California had been nothing compared to those in Montana where you were currently living. All summer long, you and Bob had not only worried about tornadoes but the wildfires which tended to spark up close to towns and cities. Luckily for you, Bob and his family had worked with a local hotshot team to create a burn line so that the ranch would survive.

"C'mon Patrick, roll to Daddy," Bob encouraged.

Patrick squealed and giggled as he somersaulted off the couch and into his father's arms. It always ended the same with Bob putting him back on the couch and having him roll right off, over and over again until finally the timer on the crockpot went off.

"Auggie, grab your glasses, then come eat."

"Ok."

You and Bob were soon seated at the table with Auggie and Patrick, the four of you just having said grace before dinner was passed around, hot pieces of bone-in fried chicken, white-cheddar mac n cheese with toasted breadcrumbs, green beans and the grainy crust of bread that had smelled so good warming in the oven.

Everyone ate their fill and talked about their day and all that had come about. "Oh," Bob said suddenly. "Sweet cheeks, before I forget, I've got next week off so I can go and get the boys from school."

"Does Luanne know?"

"She knows," Bob assured you. "Dad helped her and Magnus fix their windows last week since he had his rotator-cuff surgery. He told her I was gonna pick the boys up as soon as they were done on their nature walks."

Excellent....you thought. One less thing to worry about......

As soon as the boys had finished, you and Bob took care of the dishes and the leftovers, putting the dirty dishes into the dishwasher and putting the leftover food into clean plastic containers to store in the fridge for tomorrow's lunch.

"You want me to take care of baths tonight?" you asked Bob.

"Absolutely not," Bob insisted. "You're eight months pregnant and I don't want you having to hurt yourself."

"Bob, c'mon, we've been through this twice already," you chuckled.

"Which is exactly why I don't want you to hurt yourself," Bob informed you.

"I'm just teasing," you told him.

You leaned into his embrace, happy and content as ever in his arms as he lovingly kissed you, his hand resting on your bump when he felt the tiny little feet of your daughter against his palm.

"You get some sleep my sweet little pea," he mumbled as he stooped to one knee to kiss your belly. "I have a feeling you're gonna be trouble like your brothers."

You laughed a little bit before Bob told you to go and settle in and to get the Friday night movie ready. It was an odd choice of Auggie and Patrick's, but they were beginning to really love Disney's "Fantasia", one that Bob had grown up watching. Even if neither of them understood it, they loved the images that matched up with the music.

Bob quickly gave them their baths and stuck them both in their warm little pjs just in case they fell asleep during the movie. Auggie had run to his room to go and grab his little Dumbo stuffie off his bed while Patrick waddled out with his little brownie bear in its soft knit sweater that you and Bob's mother had both worked on when Patrick had been born.

You and Bob pulled out the couch bed and piled it with blankets, pillows and anything else to keep warm, snuggling in with your boys between you, your family dog jumping up to warm your feet and the movie playing on the tv screen in the living room. You and Bob couldn't have been more content than at that very moment, with both your boys between you, all snuggled under the warm quilts and blankets as the storm passed you by outside. Yet here you remained, unaffected by the rain battering the windows and safe in each other's arms, just as you knew, you always would be

[charlybvnny]

Take my soul and write me some bee duo family fluff ! NOTHING BAD AT THE END >:( Charly i see you!

Thank you very much for the soul, it's very pretty.

Ok, well then, ask and you shall receive.

Family Dinner.

(note: I am not a writer, so far I've just been writing my thoughts and I am not good at writing fluff in any way.)

Tubbo and Ranboo come home, one day, bringing with them a basket of veg, freshly plowed potatoes, bright orange carrots and vibrant burgundy beets.

Plopping the hay-weaved basket onto the kitchen counter, tiny hoofsteps are heard running down to greet the duo.

A tiny pink fluffball rams into Ranboo's legs, excited mal-deformed whistles and squeaks leaving the boy, giving his papa the tightest and warmest of hugs.

Cold slender arms pick up the baby, bringing him up to tower above Tubbo, head pressed gently into the crook of a black and white neck, Michael holds onto the parent with tight and warm love.

Watching from the higher position, cuddled lovingly in his loved one's care, Michael watches with intense focus as his other parent washes the veg, scrubbing off dirt, and cutting off the stalks and cutting chunks off veg, stewing up some pot of broth.

Delicious smells fill the house, a carrot and potato stew boiling in a pot, baking some strips of lamb in the furnace, the two husbands cooking for their child. Ever seen a sweeter sight in your life? michael hasn't.

The warm flames of home, of family, it heats up the frigid house from the state it used to be, from the neglect it has undergone in the previous weeks. The house is filled with busy chatter and the familiar smell of warm food, home cooked meals filled with a love the boy hasn't felt in weeks, yet has not forgotten anytime since the last.

As the mismatched family sit down to eat, all huddled up around a rickety wooden table, sitting in splintering little chairs, the youngest of which barely able to look up from his bowl, the steam coming from the meal cloaking the boy from seeing his parents properly, and yet he knows they're there. They love him.

He's sure now, as they spoon-feed the baby boy a healthy helping of soup, letting him much on mutton and bite into hearty, fluffy bread. Filling the boy with both food and happiness.

All is well in the house that day. The cold winter winds won't nip at the skin of the boy this day. He has his parents to protect him. They'll always keep him safe. Always.

For he is loved, and love protects all.

[fieldofdaisiies]

title: Feyre's Birthday ship: Feysand (+Nyx)  type: fluffy drabble re-upload: thank you so much @reverie-tales for pointing out this very silly mistake - lesson learned: recycling old parts of stories without properly proof-reading is not smart...

The Riverside estate is covered in snow, little flakes dancing around, as Rhys and Nyx set out on a sweet yet very important mission. It's her special day – it's Feyre's birthday and Winter Solstice, and they have a wonderful surprise planned before the whole family arrives.

The air drifting in through the partly open window is fresh, and it smells like a wonderful winter day while inside the smell of freshly baked bread, eggs, and fruits wafts through the kitchen. 

Rhys carries the tray, always careful to not spill anything, when they ascend the staircase. Nyx is holding onto the leg of his pants, his small fingers curled around the fabric, expression eager. "Mummy will be so surprised!" Nyx expresses happily, his lovely child voice drifting to Rhys's ears and filling the High Lord with nothing but happiness. 

Nyx's eyes sparkle with excitement, his tiny feet barely making a sound as they pad over the wooden floor. Feyre has probably already woken up, wondering where her mate is. 

But in order to not ruin Nyx's happiness, Rhysand —mind-to-mind— let her know that she should stay in bed and act surprised later on (he did not give her the details of their mission).

When they reach the top of the staircase, their gazes land on the window across from them. Outside the sun is rising slowly, casting a warm, golden glow through the window. 

As they approach the door, Rhysand dips his chin, smiling brightly. Little Nyx looks just like him, and whenever he looks at him and immense feeling of pride fills him. This little boy, their little child, is the kindest and loveliest soul he has ever met and he is his son. 

"Ready?" Rhys asks.

Nyx nods eagerly. Without further ado, he opens the door and storms inside, all caution about being quite and careful is forgotten, when Nyx loudly expresses, "MUMMY!"

Feyre sits up in bed, the biggest grin possible spreading over her face. She reaches her arms out, making grabby hands a little Nyx who immediately runs to her, flops onto the bed, tiny wings flapping a little behind his shoulders. 

"Happy Birthday!" he hollers, curling his little arms around the High Lady's neck. She cuddles him to her, kissing the top of his head many times, tears brimming her eyes. "Baby," she whispers, and lifts her gaze to meet Rhys'. His own eyes are glazed, and his lower lip trembles a little. 

Feyre is truly the most beautiful female in the world, and that also with tousled, sleep obvious on her face and in the midst of many blankets and pillows. Her love for her family is palpable and makes Rhys' heart beat faster. 

"Good morning, darling. And the happiest birthday to you, my mate," Rhysand says, his voice filled with love. He places the tray down, bends at the waist and kisses the top of Feyre's head. She relishes in his scent, his warmth and can only grin again. Tipping her head back, Rhysand's gentle fingers on her chin, he kisses her lips — short, quick, but nevertheless full of love. 

Nyx settles onto her lap, Rhys climbs onto the bed as well. He hugs his mate and then lifts the tray onto his lap. They share their special birthday breakfast in bed, laughing, talking, and sharing stories about winter and Solstice. 

Nyx proudly tells how he helped prepare everything, and Feyre can't help but admire the her little boy, and the beautiful and proud smile on Rhys' face. 

Outside, the snowflakes continue to fall, covering the world in a sheet of glittery white.

"I love you two so much," Feyre expresses. Nyx, now lying sprawled across Feyre and Rhys' laps, kicks his feet in the air and giggles. "We love you, mummy."

Feyre's tears return — they're tears of pure happiness. She is so grateful for this life, this family, the happiness she is feeling. Inside the cozy bedroom, as snowflakes fall outside and they share happy smiles and laughs, they're once again reminded what love and family truly means.

~~~~~~~~ tags: @girlinglass999 @autumndreaming7 @a-frog-with-a-laptop

[toasttt11]

mack

August 7, 2019

Sidney quietly opened Cameron’s bedroom door holding a plate with her favorite breakfast, banana bread and candles light for her thirteenth birthday.

Sidney sat on the age of the bed and smiled fondly seeing her hair all crazily spread out across her pillow and he gently brushed some back and off her face, “Cam Bug.” Sidney softly cooed to his most important person.

“Mmm.” Cameron grumbled naturally leaning into her father’s touch.

“Happy birthday.” Sidney softly spoke and Cameron bounced up looking wide awake and Sidney bittersweetly smiled at his now teenager.

“Make a wish.” Sidney told her rubbing her back gently as she closed her eyes and blew out her candles. Cameron smiled and immediately broke off a piece of the banana bread and stuffed it in her face.

“Thank you.” Cameron mumbled leaning her head on her dad’s shoulder as she continued to stuff her face.

Sidney just sat with her as she ate and stealing a few bites and once she was finished, “Why don’t we get dressed there is some surprises for you down stairs.���

Cameron nodded and got out of bed and stumbled into the bathroom and came out a few minutes later in a pair of white cargo bangs and a blue and white striped shirt and a brush in her hand. She walked over to her dad and handed him the brush and Sidney gently brushed through her hair and got all of the knots out.

Sidney spun her around and gently kissed her forehead, “Beautiful.” Sidney proudly smiled at his beautiful daughter and he stood up off her bed.

They walked down the stairs and into the living room seeing a lot of people in there.

“Aunty Tay!” Cameron gasped and all but ran over to her aunt who has been on a trip the last few weeks.

“There’s my favorite niece.” Taylor smiled hugging her favorite niece tightly and pressing multiple kissed to the top of her head.

“I’m your only niece Aunty Tay.” Cameron giggled shaking her head at her silly aunt.

“Oh there’s my granddaughter.” Troy grinned at his granddaughter as she walked over to his wife and him. He pulled her into a tight hug rocking her back and forth before reluctantly releasing her as he knew his wife wanted to hug her too.

“Happy Birthday Cammie.” Tina beamed as she pulled her granddaughter into a hug.

“Thanks Nana.” Cameron smiled at her before skipping over to her Anna and Geno and Baby Nikita.

“Hi Kiki.” Cameron softly cooed at her baby cousin and looked at Anna for permission to hold him, Anna smiled and handed her son into her niece’s arms.

“Happy birthday маленький пингвин.” Geno pressed a kiss on her head and has been calling her little penguin in Russian since she was born as well as teaching her Russian.

“Thank you.” Cameron beamed but kept her eyes on her baby cousin in her arms, she gently brought her finger to his face and his little hands wrapped around her finger and opened his eyes at her.

She reluctantly passed him back to Anna and Anna smiled and gently kissed her forehead.

“Uncle Flower!” Cameron cheered as she rushed over to hug her godfather. Marc chuckled and hugged his goddaughter back.

“Hi Stells!” Cameron beamed at her two year old cousin.

“Cam Cam!” Estelle smiled widely and toddled over to her and lifted her hands up to her older cousin. Cameron picked up her and spun her around making Estelle giggle before Cameron set her cousin on her hip and gently hugged her very pregnant godmother.

“Hi Aunty Vee.” Cameron gently kissed her aunts cheek and Veronique gently caressed her sweet goddaughter cheek.

Cameron walked a step forward and a tiny body ran into her legs she looked down seeing her four year old cousin staring at her with a beaming smile.

“Hi Xan.” Cameron smiled and picked him up to setting him on her other hip.

“Happy Birthday Cam Cam.” Alexander cheered pressing a sloppy kiss onto her cheek and Cameron smiled tickling him slighty as she brought her cousins over to Kris and Catherine.

“Hi Uncle Krisy and Aunty Cat.” Cameron greeted them with a smile as her hands were full of her cousin.

“Hi darling, happy birthday.” Catherine gently kissed her nieces cheek. Kris gently ruffled her hair and hugged her being mindful of the kids in her arms.

Cameron smiled and heard to the couch and gently dropped both of her baby cousins making them giggle.

Cameron walked to her Nate, “Natey!” Cameron grinned and Nate smiled picking her up off the floor and shaking her back and forth in the hug.

“Happy Birthday baby Crosby!!” Nate cheered as he shook her like crazy before setting her back down gently.

Cameron smiled as a lot of her closest family members all came out to see her for her birthday.

Sidney had snuck out of the living room when Cameron was greeting everyone and he came back in with a something behind his back.

“What’s that?” Cameron titled her head curiously seeing her dad hiding something behind his back.

“Your present. Close your eyes.” Sidney smiled and Cameron closed her eyes holding out her hands and Sidney set the pet carrier in her hands, “Okay open.” Sidney smiled. Taylor had her phone out to film Cameron’s reaction.

Cameron let out a loud gasp as she opened her eyes and saw a cat in the carrier, she quickly knelt down setting the carrier on the ground and opened it up and the tiny white fluffy kitten popped her head out staring at Cameron.

“Hi.” Cameron whispered giggling happily as she been wanting a cat for years but Sidney wanted her to be a bit older so Cameron could take care of it.

The kitten meowed and jumped right out and onto her lap cuddling up on her. Cameron’s smile was so wide as she gently began petting her kitten.

Sidney sat down next to his daughter and smiled seeing her so happy.

“Thank you Dad.” Cameron hugged him being careful of her cat.

“Of course Cam Bug, happy birthday.” Sidney proudly smiled and brushed her hair out of her face and kissed the side of her head.

“What are you going to name him?” Taylor asked curiously to her niece.

Cameron titled her head thoughtfully before a mischievous grin came to her face, “Mack! Mr. Mack.”

Sidney let out a groan of defeat and Nate let out a booming laugh hearing the name.

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His little sister

(Aricka and Dean Winchester)

(The first time Dean interacted with his baby sister after John left.)

She was quiet. Too quiet. Dean wasn’t sure what to do with her.

Her. Aricka. The new little sibling his dad had just dropped into his lap; told him to look after, and left promptly after dumping a suitcase of her things along with a car seat in the backseat of the Impala.

Once Dean had figured out how to install said car seat, he watched her climb in, and then he buckled her in, only because he felt like she allowed it, and then he took off, not sure where he was headed, but he knew with a four year old tagging along now; more pit stops would be needed.

Aricka was small; he realized. Standing up, she only reached his hip, but she was- petite? He guessed- and looked a lot smaller. More fragile. Like a strong breeze would knock her down. He gripped the steering wheel a bit tighter, knuckles turning white with the realization that she was only four when exposed to the same life he’d grown up in-

Just like he was. Only four when a demon killed her mom. Only four when she herself almost died. If their dad hadn’t got there when he did- Dean shuddered with the implication.

She was cute; he’d admit. He’d always had a soft spot for kids- he raised Sammy after all- and he could admit that the kid in the backseat of his car was cute. Chin length brown ringlets framing a rounded, pale baby-fat face, freckles dotting her cheeks and nose like stars, and the brightest blue eyes he’d ever seen. She clung to a light brown teddy bear she had yet to reveal a name for, and her lower lip seemed to continually quiver with unshed emotion.

Dean wasn’t sure what little kids liked to listen to music wise, but he had an inkling it wasn’t the loud rock music that he enjoyed. He was, however, greatly impressed that the girl- Aricka, Dean, her name is Aricka- was bobbing her head in time with, “Cherry Pie,” by Warrant, but he still resolved to try and find some kid friendly music she might enjoy. She had had a hard enough time lately; the least he could do was give her music she could potentially sing along to.

His dad didn’t even tell Dean if she was allergic to anything- didn’t even tell Dean if she had a routine she was used to. Dean would once again have to make it up as he went along.

They drove until Dean figured Aricka might be starting to get hungry, and he pulled into a Dairy Queen drive through. “Hey; shortstop,” he said; and winces as the kiddo flinched. Blue eyes met his, and Dean held her gaze steady. “You hungry? Want some food?”

She nods, points to the picture of chicken strips and fries with the garlic bread. “Sounds good, anything else? A drink? Ice cream?” Those blue eyes widen and she points to a blue slushy looking drink. Dean wasn’t sure that was a good combination, but if the kid ate it why was he complaining?

She squished the slushy between her legs, and clutched her box of food in her tiny hands, humming softly as she ate- the first noise Dean had heard her make all day.

Dean watched as she put a chicken strip on a piece of bread, folded the bread over it, and took a bite- wow. Kid was a genius, figuring out how to make a sandwich like that.

She met his gaze in the mirror, and Dean expected the smile on her face to fade, but it seemed to only grow-?- as she watched him.

Then it hit him- he’d never told the squirt his name. He clears his throat. “So- kid. My name’s Dean. Dean Winchester. I’m your big brother. Your name’s Aricka, right?” She nods. “That’s a pretty name. I’ve never met an Aricka yet. Must be special, huh.” The girl nods.

Dean was struck again- she wasn’t talking. Almost like she could, but couldn’t at the same time.

Just like him. He swallowed something painful, dread filling his stomach that this kid was already so similar to him. Mom dead, dad bent on revenge now not just for his mother, but for her mother. “Hey,” he said, and she looks at him. “I know- I know you went through a lot today. And yesterday and all week before now. But- right now? I’m promising you. I’m never letting another bad thing happen to you, as long as I can stop it. You’re safe with me, kiddo. I’m a good guy. I fight the bad guys.”

Her lip quivers again, but she nods, pink lips stained blue from the slushy, and her eyes droop with sleep as she reaches with grease covered fingers for her teddy that’d fallen to the floor.

“Hey kiddo. You can get your teddy back when we get to that motel, see? It’s not far,” Dean says. The girl looks and nods, leaning back against her seat. She yawns, and rubs her eyes with the back of her hand.

And- yepppp. Dean was a goner. The girl in the backseat had officially stolen his heart with a single gesture. And he wasn’t even upset about it.

They pull into the first parking spot at the motel, and Dean unstraps Aricka from her seat, and to his surprise, once her bear was secured in her grip, she latched onto him, wrapping tiny arms around his neck and even scrawnier legs around his waist, and held on for dear life. He froze momentarily, forgetting what it felt like holding a kid, having never been tall like this to properly hold a kid, but now that he was here, he wrapped an arm back around her, supporting her back carefully as he grabbed her suitcase, pink with a Disney princess on it- he didn’t remember which one it was, but she had brown hair like Aricka, along with his bag from the trunk , and somehow managed to carry all those items inside, which garnered a smile from the receptionist. “Long day of travel?” She asks.

“Yeah, my-,” Dean almost said his sister until he realized that might’ve sounded sketchy. “My daughter and I need a room for the night.” He hands her one of his multiple fake identifications, this one happening to be “Brian Downey.” “Name’s Brian. This is Ella.” Thankfully Aricka seemed to be the shy around strangers type, because she didn’t call Dean out on the lie.

“Alright. I’ve got you in room 207, second floor, seventh room. Here’s your key, and enjoy your stay!” Dean thanks her quietly and makes his way to the room, where he set Aricka down, and began setting up the room, warding it like he’d done since he was a few years older than the girl sleeping on the bed.

Once he was done, he began waking up the kid on the bed so she could get ready to sleep- he knew he could’ve just let her sleep but she’d wore those clothes who knew how long and he wanted her to feel comfortable.

The girl roused as he rubbed her shoulder; those blue eyes pop open slowly, and she smiled, a little sunbeam after a storm, and she sat up, holding her arms out to Dean. He didn’t hesitate to scoop her up and hold her for a moment; letting her wake up for a moment. “We’ll discuss house rules tomorrow, kid,” he says, “but one thing that isn’t negotiable is shower-time before sleep. Deal?”

She nods and burrows her head in his shoulder, and she didn’t even know about Sammy yet but that was such a Sammy gesture Dean almost got whiplash from the memory.

The pair make quick work of the new bedtime routine, and Dean even manages to wrangle her hair into a pair of neat braids for overnight. The resulting smile was worth the struggle, Dean decides.

He lifts her into the bed and she snuggles down, her bear still tightly clutched against her. He runs a hand across her cheek, watches how she leaned against his touch, before tucking her in and whispering a little, “Good night,” before turning off the bedside lamp.

And so was day one of a beautiful sibling bond.

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